He was halfway toward raising his hand toward her cheek when she spoke, and he hesitated, dropping his fingers back, curling them in against his knee as he frowned at her.

"You need to keep it?"

It didn't make much sense, at least not to him. It wasn't the first time. When he'd healed Dean after Lucifer's beating, he'd fixed him up so that all of his scars had vanished, even the ones he'd gotten as a child, and while he hadn't exactly complained...

"Why?"